The Stenographer Lyrics

I got in a fight with the stenographer
Afterwards she read me like a book.
I had tried to get along with her
But my temperament was quickly overlooked.

On the weekends we can
Sneak into this coutroom
And you'll offer me some sort of bargain plea.

Yeah, Smith and Weston Jr. Was a son of a gun
He pressed his nose up to my head.
Yeah, I was sweatin' bullets but I dodged the one
That was not as much sweat as was lead.

Oh, I still love you!
Oh, I still love you
Although I know that you want me dead.
And when I turn my other cheek
I will beg and I'll plead
That this time you might just kiss it instead.

Cause this is my story
And like the glue on the binding,
I'm sticking to it.
If you wanna implore me
To change my tune,
Well I just won't do it.

Cause this is my story
And like the glue on the binding,
I'm sticking to it.
If you wanna implore me
To change my tune,
Well I just won't do it.